half minutes of inhumanity

long as cut-and-paste data gets retained on the screen

because a slow mesh goes at dither speed crossing

and it repaints losses where they took them in trucks

to the death camps, 

& the life camps,

you lose bits of sparkle in the dark by the river

it bemuses   like a brain goes

that’s the word for it,  lash

robotics

^^^^^^^^^

meaning try and try again and acquittal

it’s in a quit mode reject cartridge

move into the one place yammering bespeak quotient

unfinished like they say

with a slanting spiral who manages

all to the troll when you’re marking down spaces &

a dictionary tells you what

words mean in a screaming evening

that     stops & paints down

all the unbelieved where

tanks roll

^^^^^^^^^

almost, the words have prototypical

as a hard sell,  in the sun

a sea without much seeing or

as hard shell protrusion quibble

saying low mass,  across time called under the

breathlessness,

sight rime to slight rime

endospore shapes a clocklike penny-dreadful scribbler,

campesino

here at the ferro-cement mixing party

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law is a tip to unfind off rubbish

tame slant,  look that’s the wave smashin in unsounded eyes

or, lapse tape unheard

it’s grape shot

inter-session, flat darn unseen

all the way    to flee here ?

                   & a looping cursive mime wrangle

^^^^^^^^^

it’s a free throw lane,

it’s electro-choking for that designated century;

along the shunpike

a Junker puttering along in his junker;

it thinks about how the sky rains down

bits & pieces like an uncertain stock split;

so history conjures you up a blunderbuss;

a margay leaps away